They’re calling a line that’s already been disconnected.

This isn’t a “look.” It’s a lockout. The red stains on the front are the only thing they’ll ever get close enough to leave—a graveyard of desperate attempts. On the back, that vintage rotary is a tombstone for their access.

You don’t wear this to be found. You wear it to show them exactly what they lost. The “good time” is over, and the gate is triple-locked.

Talk is cheap. This is expensive.